Wearing Thin

Pen crashes on paper

The pain starts to taper

Deafening screams

Now merely a whisper

Weapon held tight

Should last the night

Words start to dissolve

Yet always in sight

The words this pen is scribing

Are the ammo that I hold

As seconds bleed to minutes

And minutes fade to days

The ammo’s wearing thin

But just enough

To numb this pain

~RJ